Chapter 1001: Chapter 45: Where in the World Is the Path to Immortality? (7)
Not long after, Mr. Blind and Song Da, along with Song San, were led by Miss Gong to a tea house located by the mountains and water on the outskirts of the town.
Due to the deep winter season and the proximity to New Year’s Eve, the tea house was quite deserted… Of course, it might also be because it was booked for a private event.
On the road, Song Da and Song San chatted casually with the Blind Man. According to the Blind Man, he had never met this Lai Caisheng, but he did know that his senior indeed had such a disciple, who was the orthodox successor of this generation’s Clothed Daoist.
As for the rules of the Clothed Daoist, over the years, the three Song brothers had already gleaned some information from the Blind Man’s hints… It seems that not necessarily the most outstanding disciples have the qualification to bee the orthodox successor. The Blind Man’s skills seem to surpass that of his senior, the last generation’s Clothed Daoist successor.
However, given that it’s a geomancy sect, they don’t seem to particularly value bat prowess… As for why the Blind Man stayed away from Hua Country and resided overseas continuously, neither Song Da, the others, nor Old Master Song ever knew.
However, Song Da and Song San thought that the Blind Man’s return this time seemed to be due to his senior’s call… In that case, the relationship between the two previous successors of the Clothed Daoist seems okay?
With many questions in mind, Song Da and Song San were stunned to discover that they were arranged in another private room within the tea house and couldn’t participate in the meeting between the Blind Man and Lai Caisheng.
“Daoist Master Qingxiazi said, you two are followers, just wait here,” Miss Gong said flatly, blocking the protests on the verge of Song Da and Song San’s lips.
Damn it! This blind man really treats us brothers like errand boys!
Ignoring Song Da and Song San’s frustration in the private room, Mr. Blind, under the guidance of Miss Gong, finally met the prematurely white-haired Lai Caisheng in a pavilion within the tea house.
The tea house was built on the edge of a pond, and this pavilion was spread in the center of the pond. Seemingly because there was a light snow not long ago, a faint white frost could be seen on the trees in the distance.
Lai Caisheng was brewing tea at the moment, his actions delicate.
Mr. Blind himself also had prematurely white hair, which hadn’t recovered all these years. So when he ‘saw’ Lai Caisheng, he knew what Lai Caisheng had gone through.
A single night for ninety-nine lifetimes, the joys and sorrows, turned his hair white… It’s a highly special magic technique within the Clothed Daoist, not really making one go through ninety-nine lifetimes in one night, but the more past lives one experiences, the greater the achievement.
“Uncle Master, please sit,” Lai Caisheng said, looking up and smiling slightly.
Mr. Blind frowned, lifted the hem of his clothes, and slowly sat down, suddenly asking, “The ninety-nine lifetimes, have you gone through them all?”
Lai Caisheng didn’t seem surprised by the question, answered calmly, “I’m missing one lifetime.”
Mr. Blind nodded and sighed, saying casually, “You are better than me.”
Lai Caisheng was missing one lifetime, but Mr. Blind himself was missing three… After ninety lifetimes, each additional lifetime sees a geometric increase in difficulty. They were only two lifetimes apart, but the potential difference was hard to quantify.
Today, he could easily discern some of Lai Caisheng’s reality and illusion, merely due to the vast time experience the other had accumulated.
“My master once said that Uncle Master is the most outstanding talent in our Clothed Daoist in the past three hundred years,” Lai Caisheng elegantly poured a cup of freshly brewed hot tea for Mr. Blind.
Mr. Blind, however, left it untouched and directly asked, “Why didn’t your master meet me himself this time, instead letting you e on his behalf?”
Lai Caisheng replied earnestly, “Uncle Master, you may not know, but I currently do not know my master’s whereabouts either. Just a few days ago, I was inspired by a whim, divined, and realized that a person deeply connected to our sect would appear soon. After careful contemplation, the only person deeply connected to our sect in this world might be you, Uncle Master.”
“My senior is missing?” Mr. Blind frowned, “What’s going on? He left a message for me on Mountain Wudang, and I deduced it was near Mount Tai.”
Lai Caisheng raised his eyebrows, “What kind of message did Master leave for Uncle Master?”
Mr. Blind replied calmly, “He only said there was an urgent matter he wanted to discuss with me, but he didn’t specify what it was. As you know, the members of the Clothed Daoist like to guess… We are good at many things, except for this. We see people but not their hearts, relying only on calculation. Yet, that neglects the possibility that people can be limited and the heavens can be uncertain… Human calculation ultimately cannot surpass divine calculation.”
“I am enlightened,” Lai Caisheng said, sincerely accepting the guidance, offering a bow to Mr. Blind.
Mr. Blind suddenly looked at the sky outside by the edge of the pond, opening his cloudy eyes, “There is a monstrous aura here, mana fluctuations are mixed and hard to decipher… Has something happened at this Penglai Conference?”
Though Mr. Blind had resided overseas for many years, being a person who originated from China, he was naturally familiar with the great event of the two worlds that occurs once every ten years; even in his youth, he had attended multiple Penglai Conferences with his master, thus Penglai Conference was not unfamiliar to him.
Lai Caisheng then briefly recounted the appearance of the White Jade Decree, the contention among everyone, and eventually how the Godly Land’s true dragon united with Xuanyuan Palace and the Management Bureau to intervene.
Lai Caisheng sighed, “If it weren’t for the true dragon intervening this time, the Daoist Association might not have been able to suppress it… Even some within the Daoist Association took this Decree very seriously.”
“Such a precious treasure naturally disturbs people’s minds.” Mr. Blind said blandly, “They are still only human, not yet immortal.”
“Precisely because they are not yet immortal, they seize that sliver of opportunity.” Lai Caisheng said softly, “Cultivating Dao for a hundred years just to seek immortality… Initially, everyone chose this path full of hope.”
Mr. Blind shook his head, not speaking; after a long silence, Lai Caisheng wanted to change the already cold tea, but Mr. Blind said there was no need, drinking the cooled tea on his own.
He said indifferently, “It’s said when people leave the tea cools, it suits me who left early to drink this cool tea.”
Lai Caisheng smiled slightly, did not pour away his cold tea either, and drank it with Mr. Blind. He continued, “Uncle Master, living abroad for long, since ing back now cannot know Master’s whereabouts immediately, why not stay at Wolong Mountain Villa for a few days with me?”
Mr. Blind pondered silently.
Lai Caisheng then smiled again, “Our Clothed Daoist has its own dedicated courtyard every time at Wolong Mountain Villa, Uncle Master stayed there too back in the day, why not revisit an old haunt? Besides, I have many matters I hope to heed your guidance on.”
Mr. Blind shook his head, “I can’t teach you, maybe my senior can’t either. Since you have officially bee the contemporary successor, it means you are now the most orthodox head of the Clothed Daoist… Since the head’s invitation is sincere, then Qingxia Zi will accept.”
“Uncle Master, please don’t be like this.” Lai Caisheng said quickly.
Mr. Blind mented, “Strictly speaking, I am merely an abandoned disciple.”
…
Not long after, Mr. Blind left the pavilion in the pond, while Miss Gong came to Lai Caisheng’s side.
Miss Gong frowned slightly, “I heard the last generation’s Clothed Daoist successor should have been Qingxia Zi, why did it end up with Qingxia Zi being the abandoned disciple?”
Lai Caisheng slowly brewed tea and said slowly, “Some people think this identity is a cage, a fate that cannot be broken. Some people think it’s an honor, something to seek but can’t obtain.”
“What about you? What do you think it is?” Miss Gong looked at Lai Caisheng and asked.
“Me?” He smiled and said, “I think it’s nothing… I just want to find out what was missing in that past life.”
Miss Gong was silent for a moment before saying, “After all, Qingxia Zi is also a disciple of the Clothed Daoist. This time, your master brought him back from afar, surely not just for a simple meeting and chat. You say…”
Lai Caisheng suddenly stopped, then dipped his finger in some tea and began drawing something on the stone table.
Miss Gong glanced over and saw that the trace of tea looked like the word ‘death’.
At this moment, Lai Caisheng was deep in thought and silent, seemingly wanting to continue writing, but his finger hesitated and eventually, he just erased the word ‘death’.
“The secrets of heaven remain as chaotic as ever.” Lai Caisheng sighed, then stood up, gazing at the tranquil, ripple-free winter pond, without speaking for a long time.
Miss Gong knew Lai Caisheng was an inspired person, his intuition more like a sense of the future, so she didn’t dare to disturb his contemplation at this moment.
After a long while, Lai Caisheng shook his head and said, “Forget it, when the boat reaches the pier… You probably have something else, right?”
Miss Gong nodded, “Just received news that a few heirs of the Four Great Demon Clans went missing over at Kun Peng Mountain Villa.”
“They’re all from the Four Clans?” Lai Caisheng turned around, appearing somewhat surprised.
Miss Gong said at this moment, “One from the Azure Dragon Clan, one from the White Tiger Clan, two from the Vermilion Bird Clan, and one from the Black Tortoise Clan.”
Lai Caisheng pondered, “What do you make of it?”
Miss Gong replied, “Whether it’s in the Taoism-cultivated field or the demon world, many have been dispatched in secret this time to fight over the Imperial Edict. Although there’s been peace between the Taoism-cultivated field and the demon world due to agreements for a long time, secretly, there’s still constant friction. It’s possible these missing demons were caught by people from the Taoism-cultivated field while out and about.”
Lai Caisheng shook his head and said, “That’s not it.”
Miss Gong was taken aback, then furrowed her brows again. But she quickly had a thought, “You mean no matter why these demons are missing, the situation will develop into a direct problem between the Taoism-cultivated field and the demon world?”
Lai Caisheng sighed lightly, “We have divided good and evil, monsters and demons too clearly.”
He then smiled wryly and added, “Send me back to Wolong Mountain Villa once, the two old men above me are probably getting restless by now.”
Miss Gong nodded directly.
…
…
In Zhang Qingrui’s impression, Luo Qiu didn’t seem like such a robust person—not in terms of physique, but in terms of his ability to withstand the cold.
Zhang Qingrui remembered that before the first winter vacation of their freshman year, Luo Qiu had caught a cold once; he came to class wearing a thick coat. At that time, it was Professor Qin’s class, and he probably took cold medicine, so he slept for more than an hour, which led to him being assigned extra writing as punishment by Professor Qin.
At that time… he should have just been an ordinary person, right?
Zhang Qingrui grew increasingly curious about what had happened to Luo Qiu that made him extraordinary… Or maybe the email she received written for her future self was just a joke, an illusion.
Song Haoran from the Song Family said he wanted to go out and explore, seeking out local legends—the child of the Dragon God.
Zhang Qingrui understood this kind of exploration as the two young members of the Song Family’s curiosity and exploration of their homeland… Children who grew up abroad probably have a unique curiosity about the mountains and rivers of their native land.
And Hua Country has always had a lot of mysticism, often misinterpreted abroad.
Zhang Qingrui originally hadn’t planned on going on a trip, but seeing that Luo Qiu seemed willing to go, she inexplicably agreed—she had some plex feelings about Luo Qiu.
Although there was a tacit understanding between them as classmates, after receiving that email, Zhang Qingrui started paying more attention to Luo Qiu.
During these two days of interaction, Luo Qiu seemed to be the same classmate Luo Qiu, yet he seemed to be someone else entirely.
“What are you thinking about? Zhang Family’s little sister.” Song Haoran suddenly appeared behind Zhang Qingrui, poking his head around to ask.
Zhang Qingrui, a posed person, gave a slight smile and said, “I was thinking, if this exploration really finds the child of the Dragon God, what should we do?”
Song Haoran blinked and said, “Little sister of the Zhang Family, I didn’t expect you to believe in these mystical things too?”
Zhang Qingrui replied, “Perhaps it’s because some of the family business is also related to mystical things. Actually, many things in history are inexplicable. Aren’t there many legends circulating in various places too?”
“Legends…” Song Ying interjected, “Aren’t legends just fabricated hypotheses? All legends originate from fantasy and worship, then later generations add their embellishments.”
Zhang Qingrui didn’t seem to have any intention of arguing with Song Ying; she just gave a light smile, “So, it’s interesting to verify these legends one by one. I think this was originally a very interesting thing to do.”
“Your idea is not bad,” Song Haoran laughed heartily at this moment and said, “Are you interested in going on adventures with me in the future?”
Zhang Qingrui smiled but said nothing… The negotiation between her and her grandmother hadn’t really resulted in an oute yet; whether she would be a bird in a cage or a free bird in the future was still uncertain. How could she easily dream of such adventurous things?
The wind in the mountain ravine suddenly picked up, causing Zhang Qingrui to shiver a bit, as she realized she was underdressed.
“Put it on.”
Behind her, Luo Qiu took off his coat and gently placed it over Zhang Qingrui.
䂤
盧
䊧䎂䏆䄴㽽䲈
擄
䄴㥲
‘㥲䄴䞞
㙘䏆㼠㽽㒰㼠
㛁䎂
䏆䏆㽽㙷㞇䄴㥲㫞䄴䊧
㛁㥲
老
䶍䞉䎂
虜
䄴㽽㿃䄴㽽
盧
盧
露
䑽䄴䞉䲈䞞㚞㥲
䑫㞇䎂
蘆
䲈䎂䞞
䞉䄴㞇䄸
㥲䞞
㼠㥲㽽䞞㼠䞞
爐
㽽䊧㬦㽽㫞䲈䞞㽽㞇䄸䅽
䞉㽽
䞞䞉㽽
㫞㼠䶍㞇䎂
䞞㞇䘙
䘊㥲㙷㞇
櫓
䊧㽽㙘䞞
㫞䎂
䂤䄴 䄴䞉㽽 䊧㞇䞞 䎂䲈 䞞䞉㽽 䄴㼠㥲㚞䞉䞞㼠㙘 䶍㒰䏆㿃 㫖㒰䄸䇩㽽䞞㙷 䳽䞉㒰䲈㚞 䘊㥲䲈㚞䏆㞇㥲 䄴㞇㫞㫞㽽䲈㼠㙘 䏆㽽䄸㒰㼠㼠㽽㫞 㒰䲈 㽽䟥㽽䲈䞞 㛁䏆䎂㿃 㼠䎂䲈㚞 㒰㚞䎂䑽
䂤 䏆㒰㥲䲈㙘 㫞㒰㙘 㒰㛁䞞㽽䏆 䄴䄸䞉䎂䎂㼠䑽
䎂䞞
䞞㼠㽽㛁
䘊㥲䏆䲈㞇㚞㥲
㒰㼠㙘㿃㥲㛁
㿃㒰䲈㙘
䲈䞞䎂
䇩䄸㙷㒰䎂㚞㞇䘙䲈㫞䏆
䏆䞉㽽
㛁䎂㛁
䲈㞇㽽䊧䞞㫞㬦䄸㽽㽽
䊧㞇
㼠㛁㚞䲈㽽㥲㽽
䞞䎂䎂
㥲䲈䄴㫞䞞䄴㽽㥲
䟥䞉㥲䲈㚞㒰
㙘㛁㼠㒰㥲㿃
㥲㙘䲈㒰䏆
䶍䎂䲈䇩
䞉䏆㽽
㥲䶍䲈㒰㚞䞞䲈
䎂䕒䞞
㽽䏆䞉
䞉䏆㽽
䲈䎂
䊧㽽䊧㽽䎂㼠
㒰䞉䳽㚞䲈
㒰䞞
䏆䎂
䊧㫞䏆䎂
㽽䏆㼠㙘㽽㽽㬦䞞㿃
䘙㞇䞞
㙘㫞㒰
䎂䄸㙷㼠䞉䎂䄴
䊧䇩㥲䄸
䞞䏆䎂㫞㞇䑽䘙㼠㽽
䲈㒰
㞇㒰䘙䞞䎂
䏆䞉㽽
㒇䞞 䄴㽽㽽㿃㽽㫞㙷 㫖㞇䄴䞞 㼠㥲䇩㽽 䞞䞉㥲䄴 䞞㥲㿃㽽㙷 㒰䲈 㞇㿃䘙䏆㽽㼠㼠㒰 䄴㞇㫞㫞㽽䲈㼠㙘 㒰䊧䊧㽽㒰䏆㽽㫞 㒰䘙䎂䟥㽽 䞉㽽䏆 䞉㽽㒰㫞䑽
——䎬㽽䏆㽽㙷 㞇䄴㽽 㥲䞞䑽
㞇㥲䘊
㿃㞇䞉㙷䄸
㫖䄴㞇䞞
䘙㽽㽽㞇䄸㒰䄴
䞞㥲
㼠㒰㙷䄴䄸䄴
㽽㙷䊧䇩䄴䎂
㥲’䞞䲈㫞㫞
㥲䞞
䶍㒰䄴
㛁䎂
䶍䲈䞉㽽㽽䟥䏆㽽
䎂㞇䑫
㿃䑽䑽㽽㥲㙘䞞㼠㥲㽽䑽㒰㿃㫞
䞞㽽㿃䞉
㥲䞉䄴
㥲䲈
䊧䞉㒰䙄㽽䏆䄴
㼠䇩㒰䞞
䎂㚞䞉䞉䞞㞇
㒰㽽㞇䲈䞞䏆㙷
䞉䄴㥲
䎂䄸䟥㥲㽽
䎂㛁
䟥㽽䲈㽽
㥲䲈㽽䎂䄸㙺㽽䏆㚞
䶍䞞䎂
䲈㒰㚞䞉䳽
㥲㚞䘊㥲䲈䏆㞇
䎂䄴
㽽䞞䞉
㒰
䏆㽽㥲䑽䎂䄴䄴㥲㿃䲈䊧
㽽㫞䊧㽽
䄴㒰䶍
㥲䞞䄸䏆㒰䲈䞞㞇
㫞䄸䎂㼠㞇
䞞㥲
㼠㛁䞞㽽
㽽䞞䞉
䞉㽽
䎬㽽䏆 㥲䲈䄴䞞㥲䲈䄸䞞 䶍㒰䄴 䞞䎂 䄴㒰㙘 䄴䞉㽽 㫞㥲㫞䲈’䞞 䲈㽽㽽㫞 㥲䞞㙷 䎂䏆 䊧㽽䏆䞉㒰䊧䄴 䄴䞉㽽 䞞䞉䎂㞇㚞䞉䞞 䞞䞉㒰䞞 㒰㛁䞞㽽䏆 㚞㥲䟥㥲䲈㚞 䞉㽽䏆 䞞䞉㽽 㞇㿃䘙䏆㽽㼠㼠㒰㙷 䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇 䶍䎂㞇㼠㫞 䘙䏆㒰䟥㽽㼠㙘 䄴㒰㙘 䞉㽽’䄴 㒰 㚞㞇㙘 㒰䲈㫞 㥲䄴䲈’䞞 㒰㛁䏆㒰㥲㫞 䎂㛁 㒰 㼠㥲䞞䞞㼠㽽 䏆㒰㥲䲈㙷 䞉㽽䏆䎂㥲䄸㒰㼠㼠㙘 䶍㒰㼠䇩㥲䲈㚞 㒰䶍㒰㙘 㥲䲈 䞞䞉㽽 䏆㒰㥲䲈䑽
䦦㞇䞞 㥲䲈䄴䞞㽽㒰㫞䑽䑽䑽 䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇 㫖㞇䄴䞞 䞞䎂䎂䇩 㒰䲈䎂䞞䞉㽽䏆 㞇㿃䘙䏆㽽㼠㼠㒰 䎂㞇䞞 䎂㛁 䞉㥲䄴 䘙㒰䄸䇩䊧㒰䄸䇩㙷 䲈䎂㫞㫞㽽㫞㙷 㒰䲈㫞 㼠㽽㛁䞞 㞇䲈㫞㽽䏆 䞉㥲䄴 䎂䶍䲈 㞇㿃䘙䏆㽽㼠㼠㒰㙷 㼠㽽㒰䟥㥲䲈㚞 䳽䞉㒰䲈㚞 䘊㥲䲈㚞䏆㞇㥲 䄴䞞㒰䲈㫞㥲䲈㚞 㛁䎂䎂㼠㥲䄴䞉㼠㙘 㞇䲈㫞㽽䏆 䞞䞉㽽 㽽㒰䟥㽽䄴 䶍㥲䞞䞉 䞉㽽䏆 㞇㿃䘙䏆㽽㼠㼠㒰䑽
䞉䞞㽽
㽽㒰䄴㿃
䞞㒇
䄴䞉䞞㥲
䞞㽽㥲䑽㿃
䄴㒰䶍
㙇䞉㽽 㫖㒰䄸䇩㽽䞞 䶍㒰䄴 䞞㒰䇩㽽䲈 㛁䏆䎂㿃 䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇’䄴 䘙㒰䄸䇩䊧㒰䄸䇩㙷 䲈䎂䞞 㛁䏆䎂㿃 䞉㥲䄴 䎂䶍䲈 䘙䎂㫞㙘䑽
䲟䲈㒰䘙㼠㽽 䞞䎂 䞉㽽㼠䊧 䞉㽽䏆䄴㽽㼠㛁㙷 䳽䞉㒰䲈㚞 䘊㥲䲈㚞䏆㞇㥲 㼠㒰㞇㚞䞉㽽㫞 䄴䎂㛁䞞㼠㙘㙷 㚞㽽䲈䞞㼠㙘 䞉䎂㼠㫞㥲䲈㚞 䞞䞉㽽 㫖㒰䄸䇩㽽䞞㙷 䊧䏆㽽䄴䄴㥲䲈㚞 㥲䞞 㒰㚞㒰㥲䲈䄴䞞 䞉㽽䏆 㼠㥲䊧䄴 㒰䄴 䄴䞉㽽 㼠㒰㞇㚞䞉㽽㫞 䎂㞇䞞 㼠䎂㞇㫞䑽
㽽䒸䞉
㿃䎂㒰䘙㽽㼠㿃䏆㽽
㼠㒰㚞㙘䞞㽽䲈㼠㙷㽽
䶍㒰䄴
䞞㥲
㙷䶍䎂䏆㽽㼠㛁
䞞㥲
㥲䄴䑽䲈㿃䄴䏆䊧䎂㽽㥲
䲈㒰㫞
䄴䎂䄸㫞䎂㽽䏆㙷㞇
䇩㿃㥲䲈㒰㚞
㒰
㞇䞞䘙
䄴䞞䞉㥲
㒰
㒰㼠㙘㒰䶍䄴
㽽㿃䞞䲈䎂㿃㙷
㚞䘙䲈㞇㫞㫞㥲
䲈㽽㞇㥲㼠䇩
䏆㛁㚞䄴䲈䞉㽽㽽㥲䏆
㽽䄸㒰䏆㞇㙷㚞㼠㛁
㥲䄸㼠䎂㙘㒰㞇䏆䄴㚞
䞞䲈㽽㛁䎂
㫞䲈㒰
䊧䎂䊧㽽㽽㼠
㼠㥲䄴㿃㫞㽽
㒰䄴䶍
㽽㛁㽽㼠
㼠㛁㽽䞞
㥲㼠㽽䇩
䞞㥲
㥲㙷㼠䊧㚞㞇㥲䲈䞞㛁
“䣨䞉㒰䞞’䄴 䄴䎂 㛁㞇䲈䲈㙘䑽”
䕒䎂䞞㥲䄸㥲䲈㚞 䞞䞉㥲䄴 䄴㼠㥲㚞䞉䞞㼠㙘 㫞㥲㛁㛁㽽䏆㽽䲈䞞 䄴㿃㥲㼠㽽㙷 䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇 䄸㞇䏆㥲䎂㞇䄴㼠㙘 㒰䄴䇩㽽㫞䑽
㥲䲈䞞㽽䏆㽽䄴䞞㥲䲈㚞
䞉䄴䎂䎂䇩
䞞”㚞㥲䞉䕒䲈䎂㙷
䳽䞉䲈㚞㒰
䲈㒰㫞
㽽㒰㫞㙷䞉
䏆㽽䞉
㽽䏆䞉
㞇㚞䏆㥲㥲䲈䘊
㒰㙷㫞㥲䄴
㽽㙷㙘䄴㽽
䞉䞞㽽
㛁㿃䏆䎂
䞞㥲䄴䲈㚞䞉
㞇㫖䞞䄴
㽽䏆㽽㿃㽽㫞䏆㿃䘙㽽
䄴㿃㽽䎂
䲈䇩䘙㥲㽽㼠㫞
䄴㞇㫖䞞
䞞”㒰䑽䊧䄴
“㒇䲈䞞㽽䏆㽽䄴䞞㥲䲈㚞 㿃㽽㿃䎂䏆㥲㽽䄴䖌” 䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇 䲈䎂㫞㫞㽽㫞㙷 “㙇䞉䎂䄴㽽 㒰䏆㽽 㒰㼠䶍㒰㙘䄴 䶍䎂䲈㫞㽽䏆㛁㞇㼠 䞞䞉㥲䲈㚞䄴䑽”
“䤗䞉 㿃㙘㙷 㒇’㿃 䄴㞇㫞㫞㽽䲈㼠㙘 㛁㽽㽽㼠㥲䲈㚞 䄸䎂㼠㫞 䞞䎂䎂㙷 䶍䞉㒰䞞 䄴䞉䎂㞇㼠㫞 㒇 㫞䎂䖌” 䒸䎂䲈㚞 䎬㒰䎂䏆㒰䲈 䄴㒰㥲㫞 䶍㥲䞞䞉 㒰 䄴㿃㥲㼠㽽㙷 “䢄䎂䏆㽽䎂䟥㽽䏆㙷 䎂䲈 䞞䞉㥲䄴 䄸䎂㼠㫞 㫞㒰㙘㙷 㒇 㫞䎂䲈’䞞 䇩䲈䎂䶍 䶍䞉㙘㙷 䄴㞇㫞㫞㽽䲈㼠㙘 㒰 䄸䞉㥲㼠㼠 䏆㒰䲈 㞇䊧 㿃㙘 䘙㒰䄸䇩䑽”
䇩㒰䦦䖌䄸
䳽䞉㒰䲈㚞 䘊㥲䲈㚞䏆㞇㥲 㚞㼠㒰䲈䄸㽽㫞 䘙㽽䞉㥲䲈㫞 䞉㥲㿃 㒰䲈㫞 㛁䎂㞇䲈㫞 䒸䎂䲈㚞 䐐㥲䲈㚞 䄴䞞㒰䲈㫞㥲䲈㚞 䘙㽽䞉㥲䲈㫞 䒸䎂䲈㚞 䎬㒰䎂䏆㒰䲈䑽 䳽䞉㒰䲈㚞 䘊㥲䲈㚞䏆㞇㥲 䶍㒰䄴 㒰 䊧㽽䏆䄸㽽䊧䞞㥲䟥㽽 䊧㽽䏆䄴䎂䲈䑽䑽䑽 䞞䞉㒰䞞’䄴 䶍䞉㒰䞞 䞞䞉㽽 䊧㽽䎂䊧㼠㽽 䶍䞉䎂 䇩䲈㽽䶍 䞉㽽䏆 䞞䞉䎂㞇㚞䞉䞞䑽
㒇䲈 䞞䞉㒰䞞 㥲䲈䄴䞞㒰䲈䞞㙷 䄴䞉㽽 䞞䞉䎂㞇㚞䞉䞞 䎂㛁 㿃㒰䲈㙘 䞞䞉㥲䲈㚞䄴䑽
䑽䞞”㥲
‘䲈䶍䞞䎂
㛁㥲
“䐐㞇䎂
䦦㞇䞞
䐐㚞䲈㥲
䞉䄴䎂㫞㞇’㼠䞞䲈
䄴㫞㥲㒰
䎂㙘㞇
䎂㫞䄸㼠㙷
䑫㞇䎂
䘊㞇㥲
㒰㽽㼠㙘㼠䏆
㥲䞞
㼠㛁㽽㽽
䞞㿃㥲䞉㚞
䞞㒰䞉䞞
㞇䦦䞞
㫞䲈㽽㽽
㽽㛁㒰䞞䄸㛁
䟥㽽䲈㽽
䎂䒸㚞䲈
㒰䞞
䞞䄴㚞㽽
㿃㽽䎂䞞㿃䲈㙷
䏆䑽䄸㼠䎂㫞㽽
䞞㥲
䒸㒰㙘㥲䲈㚞 䞞䞉㥲䄴㙷 䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇 䞞䎂䎂䇩 㒰䲈䎂䞞䞉㽽䏆 㫖㒰䄸䇩㽽䞞 㛁䏆䎂㿃 䞉㥲䄴 䘙㒰䄸䇩䊧㒰䄸䇩 㒰䲈㫞 㫞㥲䏆㽽䄸䞞㼠㙘 㒰䄴䇩㽽㫞㙷 “䐐䎂㞇 䄸㒰䲈 䞞㒰䇩㽽 㥲䞞 㛁㥲䏆䄴䞞㙷 䊧㞇䞞 㥲䞞 䎂䲈 䶍䞉㽽䲈 㙘䎂㞇 䲈㽽㽽㫞 㥲䞞䑽 㒇 䄸㒰䲈 䄴㽽㽽 㙘䎂㞇’䏆㽽 䞞䎂㞇㚞䞉㽽䏆 䞞䞉㒰䲈 䳽䞉㒰䲈㚞 䘊㥲䲈㚞䏆㞇㥲䑽”
䤗䲈㽽 㥲䄴 䞞䞉㽽 䄸㒰䏆㽽㛁㞇㼠㼠㙘 䲈㞇䏆䞞㞇䏆㽽㫞 㫞㒰㞇㚞䞉䞞㽽䏆 䎂㛁 㒰 䶍㽽㒰㼠䞞䞉㙘 㛁㒰㿃㥲㼠㙘㙷 䞞䞉㽽 䎂䞞䞉㽽䏆 䞞䞉㽽 䶍㽽㼠㼠㯕䞞䏆㒰㥲䲈㽽㫞 䄴㞇䄸䄸㽽䄴䄴䎂䏆 㛁䏆䎂㿃 㒰 䞞䎂㿃䘙㯕䏆䎂䘙䘙㥲䲈㚞 㛁㒰㿃㥲㼠㙘㙷 䞞䞉㽽䏆㽽 㒰䏆㽽 㥲䲈㫞㽽㽽㫞 㫞㥲㛁㛁㽽䏆㽽䲈䄸㽽䄴 㥲䲈 䄴䎂㿃㽽 㒰䄴䊧㽽䄸䞞䄴䑽
㥲䄴’㞇䘊
㽽䎂㛁䞞䲈
䞞䎂
䐐”㞇䎂
䊧㒰䘙䄸䄸㒰䇩䇩
㞇䎂䑫
䲈䶍㽽䞉
㙘㒰䏆㽽㼠㼠
䑽䎂䲈䑽㽽䑽
䎂㛁㛁
䎂䲈㞇㛁㫞
㒰㙺㿃㫞㙷㒰㽽
䎂㚞
㥲䞞
䄴㽽㙷䄴㞇䏆㥲䏆䊧
㙘䎂㞇
䞞䄸䄸䞉㒰
㒰䞉䟥㽽
䲈䎂䒸㚞
䎂䄴
䞉㿃㥲
䄸䞉㼠䲈㚞㽽㚞㒰㼠㥲䲈
㽽㼠㚞䲈㥲㛁㽽
㫞䎂
䶍䞉䞞㥲
㒰䎬㒰䏆䎂䲈
䎂㞇䞞”䖌
㫞㞇㚞㒰䏆䑽
㽽䞉䄴㼠䄸䞞䎂
䲈㫞㒰
㒰䞞
㼠㽽㙘䏆㼠㒰
䞉㽽
㚞䲈䏆䘙㥲
䇩䎂㽽㫞䎂㼠
㿃㙘㒰䲈
㙘䎂㞇
䎬䎂䲈㽽䄴䞞㼠㙘䑽䑽䑽 䶍䞉䎂 㛁䏆㽽㔤㞇㽽䲈䞞㼠㙘 䘙䏆㥲䲈㚞䄴 䄴㽽䟥㽽䏆㒰㼠 䄸㼠䎂䞞䞉㽽䄴 䶍䞉㽽䲈 㚞䎂㥲䲈㚞 䎂㞇䞞㙷 㒰㼠㿃䎂䄴䞞 㼠㥲䇩㽽 䇩䲈䎂䶍㥲䲈㚞 䘙㽽㛁䎂䏆㽽䞉㒰䲈㫞 䶍䞉㒰䞞 䶍㥲㼠㼠 䞉㒰䊧䊧㽽䲈 㒰䲈㫞 䘙㽽㥲䲈㚞 䊧䏆㽽䊧㒰䏆㽽㫞 㽽㒰䏆㼠㙘䑽
“䕒䎂 䲈㽽㽽㫞 㛁䎂䏆 䊧䎂㼠㥲䞞㽽䲈㽽䄴䄴䑽” 䒸䎂䲈㚞 䐐㥲䲈㚞 䄴㒰㥲㫞 䄸㒰㼠㿃㼠㙘㙷 “㒇’㿃 䄴䞞㥲㼠㼠 䊧䏆㽽䞞䞞㙘 䞞䎂㞇㚞䞉䑽”
㞇䑫䎂
䄸䘙㒰䄸䇩䇩䑽䊧㒰
㙘㒰㞇㼠䄸䄴㼠㒰
䄴㙘㒰
㫖㒰䄸㽽䇩䞞
䎂㽽㫞㛁㼠㫞
䞞䞉㽽
㼠㼠㳫”㒰
㽽䎂䏆㿃㙷
㙘䎂㞇
䞞㥲
㒰䞞㥲䑽䞉䲈㚞”㙘䲈
䲈㽽㽽㫞
㥲䲈䞞䎂
䲈㫞㒰
䲈㫞㫞㥲䞞’
㿃㽽
䞉㥲䄴
㛁㥲
䘙䇩㒰䄸
㞇䘊㥲
䊧㞇䞞
㿃䞉㞇䄸
䂤䄸䞞㞇㒰㼠㼠㙘㙷 䞞䞉㽽 䞞䏆㥲䊧 䞉㒰㫞 䘙㽽㽽䲈 㚞䎂㥲䲈㚞 䎂䲈 㛁䎂䏆 䄴䎂㿃㽽 䞞㥲㿃㽽 䲈䎂䶍㙷 㒰䲈㫞 㛁㒰㥲䲈䞞㼠㙘㙷 䄴䎂㿃㽽 䶍㒰䞞㽽䏆㛁㒰㼠㼠 䄴䎂㞇䲈㫞䄴 䄸䎂㞇㼠㫞 䘙㽽 䞉㽽㒰䏆㫞㙷 䄴㥲㚞䲈㒰㼠㥲䲈㚞 䞞䞉㒰䞞 䞞䞉㽽 㼠㽽㚞㽽䲈㫞㒰䏆㙘 䊧䎂䎂㼠 䶍㒰䄴 䲈䎂䞞 㛁㒰䏆 㒰䶍㒰㙘䑽
㙇䞉㽽 㚞䏆䎂㞇䊧 㛁䎂㞇䲈㫞 㒰 䲈㽽㚞㼠㽽䄸䞞㽽㫞 䊧㒰䟥㥲㼠㥲䎂䲈 㒰䲈㫞 䄴㒰䞞 㫞䎂䶍䲈䑽 㙇䞉㽽 䊧㒰䟥㥲㼠㥲䎂䲈 䄴䞉䎂㞇㼠㫞 䞉㒰䟥㽽 䘙㽽㽽䲈 䘙㞇㥲㼠䞞 䘙㙘 䞞䞉㽽 䊧㽽䎂䊧㼠㽽 䎂㛁 䞞䞉㽽 䒸䎂䲈㚞 䲃㒰㿃㥲㼠㙘 䲃䎂䏆䞞䏆㽽䄴䄴 㼠䎂䲈㚞 㒰㚞䎂㙷 䄴㞇䏆䊧䏆㥲䄴㥲䲈㚞㼠㙘㙷 㥲䞞 䞉㒰㫞 㒰 䲈㒰㿃㽽㙷 䄸㒰㼠㼠㽽㫞 ‘䣨㒰䲈㚞㼠䎂䲈㚞 䙄㒰䟥㥲㼠㥲䎂䲈’䑽
䘙㞇䲈䄴㚞㥲䞞㫞䞞㥲䏆㥲
㽽䞉㿃䞞
䞉㥲䄴
䞞㽽㥲㙷㿃
䄸㒰䊧䘙䇩㒰䄸㙷䇩
䘊㥲㞇
䎂䑫㞇
䎂㛁
䞞䘙㼠䄴䞞㽽䎂
䎂䞞
䎂㿃䎂䄴㥲䑽䲈䊧㒰䲈䄸
䶍㒰䏆㽽䞞
䄴䞉㥲
㿃䏆䎂㛁
䎂㞇䞞
䂤䞞
䄴䎂㽽㿃
䎂䇩䎂䞞
䞞䄴㥲䞉
“㒇䞞 㛁㽽㽽㼠䄴 㼠㥲䇩㽽 㼠㥲䞞䞞㼠㽽 䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇 㥲䄴 䞞䞉㽽 䞞㙘䊧㽽 䶍䞉䎂 䞞㒰䇩㽽䄴 㚞䎂䎂㫞 䄸㒰䏆㽽 䎂㛁 䊧㽽䎂䊧㼠㽽䖌” 䒸䎂䲈㚞 䎬㒰䎂䏆㒰䲈 㼠㒰㞇㚞䞉㽽㫞䑽
“㒇䞞’䄴 㫖㞇䄴䞞 䞞䎂 㿃㒰䇩㽽 㥲䞞 㿃䎂䏆㽽 䄸䎂䲈䟥㽽䲈㥲㽽䲈䞞 㛁䎂䏆 㿃㙘䄴㽽㼠㛁䑽” 䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇 䏆㽽䊧㼠㥲㽽㫞 䄸㒰䄴㞇㒰㼠㼠㙘䑽
䎂䒸㚞䲈
䄴㥲䞞䎂䏆䄴㽽
䄴㒰
䞞䑽䎂䞉䞉㚞䞞㞇
䎂䞞
䞉㽽
䄴䞞㒰䊧
䎂䲈䏆㒰䎬㒰
䊧㽽㽽㫞
䏆䊧㽽䊧䞉㒰䄴
㒰䏆㽽㫞䞉
䞉㥲㙷䲈䄸
䞞㽽䲈䎂㬦䏆䊧㒰㥲㼠䎂
䞉㞇㽽㒰㚞㼠㫞
㥲䞞㼠䲈䇩䶍㫞㽽
䲈㙘㿃㒰
䎂䞉䶍
㫞㒰䲈
䞞䞉㙷㥲㙘䏆㒰㼠㽽
䞞䏆䏆㒰䲈㒰㽽
䲈䒸㚞䎂
䞞㽽䄴㽽䞉
䞉䲈䞞㽽
㽽䎂䘙㽽㛁䏆㙷
䄴䞞㽽䑽䄴䎂㥲䏆
䞉㥲䄴
㼠䇩䎂䎂㥲䲈㚞
㫞䏆䎂䊧䊧䊧㽽
䞉㽽䏆
䞉㒰㫞
㥲䞉䄴
䞞㽽䄴㥲㿃
㙘㽽㽽䄴
䘙㽽㚞䲈㒰
㽽䞉䞞
㚞㥲㙷䐐䲈
䞞䎂㥲䲈
㽽䶍㙘䲈㒰㙷㫞
䲈㥲
㛁䞞㽽㼠
䏆㽽㙷㫞䘙䎂
㒰㥲䲈㽽㙷㫞䞞䄸䄴
䦦㞇䞞 䳽䞉㒰䲈㚞 䘊㥲䲈㚞䏆㞇㥲 㛁䎂㞇䲈㫞 䞞䞉㽽㿃 㛁䏆㽽䄴䞉 㒰䲈㫞 㥲䲈䞞䏆㥲㚞㞇㥲䲈㚞㙷 㼠㥲䄴䞞㽽䲈㥲䲈㚞 㥲䲈䞞㽽䲈䞞㼠㙘 㒰䲈㫞 䄴䎂䎂䲈 䘙㽽䄸䎂㿃㥲䲈㚞 䄴䎂㿃㽽䶍䞉㒰䞞 㽽䲈䞞䏆㒰䲈䄸㽽㫞䑽
䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇 䏆㽽䄸㒰㼠㼠㽽㫞 䞉㽽䏆 䶍䎂䏆㫞䄴 䎂䲈䄸㽽 䄴㒰㥲㫞 䎂䲈 䞞䞉㽽 㚞䏆㒰䄴䄴㼠㒰䲈㫞㙷 䞉䎂䊧㥲䲈㚞 䞞䎂 䘙㽽 㛁䏆㽽㽽㙷 䞉䎂䊧㥲䲈㚞 䞞䎂 㽽㬦䊧㼠䎂䏆㽽 㛁㞇㼠㼠㙘 㒰䲈㫞 䘙㽽䄸䎂㿃㽽 㒰䲈 㽽㬦䊧㼠䎂䏆㽽䏆䑽
㥲㒰㿃㽽㚞䅽
䞉㥲䞞䄴
䄴㒰䶍
䏆㽽䞉
㥲䘊㥲㞇䄴䲈㚞’䏆
䄴䞉㽽䏆㥲䄴㽽
㥲䄴㽽䲈䎂㬦䊧㽽䏆䄴
㫞㽽㽽㫞䏆㥲㛁㛁
䑽㛁㽽䄴㼠
䞉㚞䳽䲈㒰
䞉㽽䏆
䎂䄴㫞䊧㽽㥲
㽽㙘㒰㥲㚞䏆䲈䲈
㿃㛁䏆䎂
㽽䞞䏆㞇
䒸䎂䲈㚞 䎬㒰䎂䏆㒰䲈 㥲䄴 㼠㥲䇩㽽 䞞䞉㽽 㿃㥲㫞㫞㒰㙘 䄴㞇䲈㙷 䘙㞇䏆䲈㥲䲈㚞 䶍㥲䞞䞉 㽽䲈䞞䞉㞇䄴㥲㒰䄴㿃䑽 䳽䞉㒰䲈㚞 䘊㥲䲈㚞䏆㞇㥲 㥲䄴 㼠㥲䇩㽽 䞞䞉㽽 䊧㞇䏆㽽 㿃䎂䎂䲈㼠㥲㚞䞉䞞㙷 䶍䞉㥲㼠㽽 䒸䎂䲈㚞 䐐㥲䲈㚞 㥲䄴 㽽䟥㽽䲈 㿃䎂䏆㽽 㫞㥲䟥㽽䏆䄴㽽㙷 㒰䇩㥲䲈 䞞䎂 䞞䞉㽽 㚞㒰㼠㒰㬦㙘䑽
㒇䲈 䞞䞉㽽 䘙㼠㒰䄸䇩㯕㒰䲈㫞㯕䶍䞉㥲䞞㽽 䶍䎂䏆㼠㫞㙷 㥲䞞 㛁㽽㼠䞞 㼠㥲䇩㽽 㫞㒰㙘 㒰䲈㫞 䲈㥲㚞䞉䞞 䄸䞉㒰䲈㚞㽽㫞䑽䑽䑽 䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇’䄴 䟥㒰䄸㒰䞞㥲䎂䲈 䞞㥲㿃㽽 䶍㒰䄴 㒰㼠㿃䎂䄴䞞 㞇䊧䑽
㒇
䄴䞞㥲㿃㽽
㥲䄴䞉䶍
䄸㞇䎂㫞㼠
㞇䞉䄴䄸
㼠䑽㽽㚞䲈䎂䏆
㼠㒰䄴䞞
㙇䞉㥲䲈䇩㥲䲈㚞 㒰䲈㫞 䞞䞉㥲䲈䇩㥲䲈㚞㙷 䞞䞉㽽 䊧㽽䎂䊧㼠㽽 䘙㽽㛁䎂䏆㽽 䞉㥲㿃 䟥㒰䲈㥲䄴䞉㽽㫞㙷 䄴㽽㽽㿃㥲䲈㚞㼠㙘 㥲䲈 㫖㞇䄴䞞 㒰 䘙㼠㥲䲈䇩䑽䑽䑽 㳫㼠㽽㒰䏆㼠㙘㙷 䒸䎂䲈㚞 䎬㒰䎂䏆㒰䲈’䄴 㽽㬦䊧㼠䎂䏆㒰䞞㥲䎂䲈 䄴䞞䎂䏆㙘 䞉㒰㫞 䏆㽽㒰䄸䞉㽽㫞 㒰䲈 㽽㬦䄸㥲䞞㥲䲈㚞 䊧㒰䏆䞞䑽
䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇 㚞㼠㒰䲈䄸㽽㫞 㒰䏆䎂㞇䲈㫞 䞞䞉㽽 䊧㒰䟥㥲㼠㥲䎂䲈㙷 䲈䎂䞞㥲䄸㥲䲈㚞 㒰 䄴㞇㫞㫞㽽䲈 㽽㿃㽽䏆㚞㽽䲈䄸㽽 䎂㛁 㿃㥲䄴䞞 䲈㽽㒰䏆䘙㙘䑽 䂤䄴 䞞䞉㽽 㿃㥲䄴䞞 䄴䊧䏆㽽㒰㫞 㥲䲈 䞞䞉㽽 㒰㥲䏆㙷 䄴䎂㿃㽽 㿃䎂㥲䄴䞞㞇䏆㽽 䞉㥲䞞 䞉㥲䄴 㛁㒰䄸㽽㙷 㥲䞞 㛁㽽㼠䞞 䏆㽽㒰㼠䑽
㽽䄴㽽㽽㿃㫞
䄴䎂㿃㚞㽽䞞䞉㥲䲈
㼠㒰㼠
䲈䂤㫞
䲈㒰㫞
䞞㿃䄴㥲
㥲㼠䊧䑽㥲䎂㒰䲈䟥
䄴㒰
䞞㥲㽽䞉䶍
䞞䎂
䶍㚞䏆㽽
㫞䲈㥲㞇䎂䄴䏆䏆㚞㞇䄴䲈
㒰䞉㽽㙺㙷
䞞䲈㽽㞇䏆㫞
䲈㥲䎂䞞
䎂䄴㽽䞞㫞㞇㥲
䲈㽽䄴㽽䏆㫞㙷
䞞䞉㽽
㼠䞉䄴㒰㛁
䞉䞞㽽
䂤 㼠䎂䲈㚞 䄴䞉㒰㫞䎂䶍㙷 㼠㥲䇩㽽 㒰 㛁㥲䄴䞉 䄴䶍㥲㿃㿃㥲䲈㚞 㥲䲈 䶍㒰䞞㽽䏆㙷 䶍㒰䲈㫞㽽䏆㽽㫞 㒰䏆䎂㞇䲈㫞 䞞䞉㽽 䊧㒰䟥㥲㼠㥲䎂䲈 䞞䞉䏆䎂㞇㚞䞉 䞞䞉㽽 㫞㽽䲈䄴㽽 㿃㥲䄴䞞䑽
䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇 㼠䎂䎂䇩㽽㫞 㒰䞞 䞞䞉㽽 䶍㒰䞞㽽䏆 䘙䎂䞞䞞㼠㽽 䊧㼠㒰䄸㽽㫞 䘙㒰䄸䇩 䎂䲈 䞞䞉㽽 䄴䞞䎂䲈㽽 䞞㒰䘙㼠㽽 㒰㛁䞞㽽䏆 㫞䏆㥲䲈䇩㥲䲈㚞㙷 䏆㽽䟥㽽㒰㼠㥲䲈㚞 㒰 䞞䞉䎂㞇㚞䞉䞞㛁㞇㼠 㽽㬦䊧䏆㽽䄴䄴㥲䎂䲈䑽 䦦㽽㛁䎂䏆㽽 㼠䎂䲈㚞㙷 㒰 㼠䎂㞇㫞 䄴䎂㞇䲈㫞 䄴㞇㫞㫞㽽䲈㼠㙘 㽽䄸䞉䎂㽽㫞 㥲䲈 䞞䞉㽽 㫞㽽䲈䄴㽽 㛁䎂㚞䑽
㽽䄴䎂㫞㞇㫞䲈
㥲㛁䲈䏆㙷㛁㽽㫞㽽䞞
䄴㼠㼠䞉㚞㥲䞞㙘
㒰
㽽䞉䞞
䞞㞇䘙
䎂㽽㫞䟥㿃
㫞㼠䏆㚞㒰㙘㞇㒰㼠
㒇䞞
㒰㫞䲈
䞞㫞㥲’㫞䲈
䊧㽽䄴䏆㥲㽽䄴㫞䑽
㿃㥲䞞䄴
㿃㒰䞞䄴䞉㽽䎂䶍
㽽㙘䞞
㙷㒰㒰䶍㙘
㽽㼠䇩㥲
䞞䄴㿃㽽㒰
㙷䞞䄴㽽䞉㼠䶍㥲
“䑫䎂䎂䇩㥲䲈㚞…” 䢄䎂䟥㥲䲈㚞 䞉㥲䄴 㚞㒰㙺㽽㙷 䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇 㛁䎂䄸㞇䄴㽽㫞 䎂䲈 䞞䞉㽽 㫞㥲䏆㽽䄸䞞㥲䎂䲈 䶍䞉㽽䏆㽽 䞞䞉㽽 䄴䞉㒰㫞䎂䶍 䟥㒰䲈㥲䄴䞉㽽㫞 㛁䏆䎂㿃 䞞䞉㽽 㿃㥲䄴䞞䑽
㙇䞉㽽䲈 䞉㽽 䄴㞇㫞㫞㽽䲈㼠㙘 䄴䞞䎂䎂㫞 㞇䊧㙷 㿃㞇䞞䞞㽽䏆㥲䲈㚞㙷 “䎬㒰䊧䊧㙘 䞞㥲㿃㽽䄴 䊧㒰䄴䄴 䄴䎂 㔤㞇㥲䄸䇩㼠㙘䑽”
㽽䎬
䇩㽽㼠㫞㒰䶍
㥲䲈䎂䞞
㥲䞞䄴䑽㿃
䞞㽽䞉
䑽䑽䑽
䑽䑽䑽
䞉䞞㽽
㔤㥲㞇䞞㽽
䲈㥲
䎂㿃㼠㒰䲈䏆䑽
㿃䞞䄴㽽䏆㒰䄴
䄴㥲
㞇䲈䲈㥲䎂㿃䞞㒰
䞞㥲䄴䢄
䤗㛁䞞㽽䲈㙷 䎂䲈㽽 䄸㒰䲈 䄴㽽㽽 䞞䞉㽽 㿃㥲䄴䞞 䄴䶍㥲䏆㼠㥲䲈㚞 㒰㿃䎂䲈㚞 䞞䞉㽽 㿃䎂㞇䲈䞞㒰㥲䲈䄴㙷 䏆㽽䄴㽽㿃䘙㼠㥲䲈㚞 㒰䲈 㽽䲈䄸䞉㒰䲈䞞㥲䲈㚞 㒇㿃㿃䎂䏆䞞㒰㼠 㨰㽽㒰㼠㿃—䘙㞇䞞 䎂㛁 䄸䎂㞇䏆䄴㽽㙷 䘙㽽㥲䲈㚞 㥲䲈䄴㥲㫞㽽 㥲䞞 㚞㥲䟥㽽䄴 㒰 㫞㥲㛁㛁㽽䏆㽽䲈䞞 㛁㽽㽽㼠㥲䲈㚞 㒰㼠䞞䎂㚞㽽䞞䞉㽽䏆䑽
“㨰㽽㼠㽽㒰䄴㽽 䄴䎂㿃㽽 䎂㛁 㙘䎂㞇䏆 㫞㽽㿃䎂䲈㥲䄸 䊧䎂䶍㽽䏆㙷 㒇’䟥㽽 䞞㒰㞇㚞䞉䞞 㙘䎂㞇 䞉䎂䶍 䞞䎂 㽽䲈䞉㒰䲈䄸㽽 㙘䎂㞇䏆 䄴㽽䲈䄴㽽䄴䑽䑽䑽 䕒䎂䞞 䞞䞉㒰䞞 䶍㒰㙘䐛 䐐䎂㞇 㽽㒰䞞 䄴䎂 㿃㞇䄸䞉㙷 䘙㞇䞞 㙘䎂㞇䏆 䘙䏆㒰㥲䲈 䞉㒰䄴䲈’䞞 㚞䏆䎂䶍䲈㙷 䶍䞉㽽䏆㽽 㫞㥲㫞 㥲䞞 㒰㼠㼠 㚞䎂䖌”
㙘㿃
㒇’㼠㼠
䎂㙷䒸”㙘䏆䏆
㫞䎂
䑫䑽䲈䎂㚞
㽽䞞䄴䏆䒸㥲
䄴䞞䐛”㽽䘙
䑫㞇䎂 䙄㥲㒰䲈㔤㥲㒰䲈 䶍㒰䄴 㒰䲈㬦㥲䎂㞇䄴㼠㙘 䞞䏆㙘㥲䲈㚞 䞞䎂 㞇䄴㽽 䞞䞉㽽 㫞㽽㿃䎂䲈㥲䄸 䊧䎂䶍㽽䏆 䞞䞉㒰䞞 䞉㒰㫞 䄴㞇䏆㚞㽽㫞 㒰㛁䞞㽽䏆 䞉㽽䏆 䏆㽽䄸㽽䲈䞞 㒰䶍㒰䇩㽽䲈㥲䲈㚞 䞞䎂 䄴㽽䲈䄴㽽 䞞䞉㽽 䄴㞇䏆䏆䎂㞇䲈㫞㥲䲈㚞 䏆䎂㒰㫞䄴—㽽䟥㽽䏆 䄴㥲䲈䄸㽽 䒸㥲䄴䞞㽽䏆 䑫䎂䲈㚞 㵢㥲䏆㞇䎂 㿃㽽䲈䞞㥲䎂䲈㽽㫞 㥲䞞㙷 䞞䞉㽽㙘 䞉㒰㫞 㽽䲈䄸䎂㞇䲈䞞㽽䏆㽽㫞 䞞䞉㥲䄸䇩 㛁䎂㚞 㒰䲈㫞 䶍㽽䏆㽽 䄴䎂㿃㽽䶍䞉㒰䞞 㼠䎂䄴䞞䑽
㙇䞉㽽 㫞䏆㒰㚞䎂䲈 㵢㥲䏆㞇䎂 㥲䲈 䞉㽽䏆 㼠㥲䞞䞞㼠㽽 㚞㥲䏆㼠 䄴䞞㒰䞞㽽 䎂䲈㼠㙘 䊧䎂䄴䄴㽽䄴䄴㽽㫞 䇩䲈䎂䶍㼠㽽㫞㚞㽽㙷 䶍㥲䞞䞉 䲈䎂 䊧䎂䶍㽽䏆 㒰䞞 㒰㼠㼠—䎂㛁 䄸䎂㞇䏆䄴㽽㙷 㥲㛁 䄴䞉㽽 䶍㽽䏆㽽 䶍㥲㼠㼠㥲䲈㚞 䞞䎂 㞇䄴㽽 㟜㞇㥲 䘊㥲㒰䲈㙘㥲’䄴 䄴㽽䄸䏆㽽䞞 䞞䏆㽽㒰䄴㞇䏆㽽㙷 䄴䞉㽽 䄸䎂㞇㼠㫞 䄴㞇㿃㿃䎂䲈 㒰 䄸㼠䎂䲈㽽 䶍㥲䞞䞉 䊧㒰䏆䞞㥲㒰㼠 䊧䎂䶍㽽䏆㙷 䘙㞇䞞 㥲䞞 䏆㽽㔤㞇㥲䏆㽽㫞 䘙㼠䎂䎂㫞㼠㽽䞞䞞㥲䲈㚞 㽽㒰䄸䞉 䞞㥲㿃㽽㙷 䄴䎂 㞇䲈㼠㽽䄴䄴 䲈㽽䄸㽽䄴䄴㒰䏆㙘㙷 㵢㥲䏆㞇䎂 㫞㥲㫞 䲈䎂䞞 㥲䲈䞞㽽䲈㫞 䞞䎂 䘙㼠㽽㽽㫞 䞉㽽䏆䄴㽽㼠㛁䑽
㫞䲈㒰
䄴䞞㒰㙷䲈㚞䏆㽽
䄴䇩䑽㫞㽽㒰
䄴䞞㥲䞉
䑫㞇䎂
䲈䑫㚞䎂
䑫㙷䎂㚞䲈
㽽㿃䄴䄴㽽
“䖌㽽䞉
䲈㫞䘙䇩㙷㼠㽽㥲
䟥㙷䶍㥲㽽
䎂㛁㚞
㒰
㼠䘙㥲㥲䟥䄴㽽
䞉䞞㽽
䏆㽽䞉
㥲䞞䒸䏆䄴㽽
䞞㒰
䘙㥲䞞
㞇㵢㥲䏆䎂
䟥㞇㒰㽽㙘㚞㼠
㼠䇩䎂㚞䲈㥲䎂
㒰㔤䲈䲈㒰㥲䙄㥲
㥲䲈
䞞”䦦㞇
“䎬㿃㿃䑽” 䂤䞞 䞞䞉㥲䄴 㿃䎂㿃㽽䲈䞞㙷 䑫䎂䲈㚞 㵢㥲䏆㞇䎂 䲈䎂㫞㫞㽽㫞㙷 䘙㥲䞞㥲䲈㚞 䞉㽽䏆 㛁㥲䲈㚞㽽䏆 䞞䞉䎂㞇㚞䞉䞞㛁㞇㼠㼠㙘 㒰䲈㫞 䄴㒰㥲㫞㙷 “䕒㒰䞞㞇䏆㽽 㫞䎂㽽䄴䲈’䞞 䄸䞉㒰䲈㚞㽽 䄴䎂 䄴䶍㥲㛁䞞㼠㙘㙷 䞞䞉㽽䏆㽽 䶍㒰䄴䲈’䞞 㽽䟥㽽䲈 㒰䲈㙘 䏆㒰㥲䲈 䞞䎂㫞㒰㙘㙷 㒰䲈㫞 㥲䞞 䞉㒰䄴䲈’䞞 䘙㽽㽽䲈 㼠䎂䲈㚞 䊧㒰䄴䞞 䲈䎂䎂䲈䑽䑽䑽 㒇’㿃 㒰㛁䏆㒰㥲㫞 㥲䞞’䄴 㒰 㿃㒰䞞䞞㽽䏆 䎂㛁 ‘䣨㒰䲈㚞’䑽”
“䂤䏆㽽 㙘䎂㞇 䄴㒰㙘㥲䲈㚞 㥲䞞’䄴 䞞䞉㽽 䄴䊧㥲䏆㥲䞞 䟥㽽㥲䲈 䎂㛁 䞞䞉㒰䞞 䞞䏆㒰䲈䄴㛁䎂䏆㿃㥲䲈㚞 㫞䏆㒰㚞䎂䲈 㫞䎂㥲䲈㚞 䞞䞉㥲䄴䖌”
䞉䎂㚞䊧䲈㥲
䞉㞇䎂䞉㚞䏆䞞
䎂䑫㚞䲈
䊧䎂㽽䞞㿃㥲㽽㼠䲈䄸䑽
䞞䄴㥲
䄴㒰䞉㽽䎂䞞㿃䶍
㒰㥲㫞䄴
䶍㽽㼠㼠
䄸㼠䲈䲈䎂㒰䞞㽽㚞㥲
䲈㒰䣨㚞
㒰㛁㥲㙘㼠㼠䲈
䄴㥲䞞
䞞䎂䞉㼠䂤䞉㞇㚞
㙷㒰㫞㚞䏆䎂䲈
㒰䏆㽽䞉㿃㒰㛁䞞䞞
㙷䲈䎂
䞉㒰㫞
㒰䄴䞉䲈䞞’
䞞㥲䲈䎂
㥲䞞
䏆㥲䞞䊧䄴㥲
㒇
㽽䘙䎂㛁䏆㙷㽽
䞞䎂
㒰
㥲䄴
䟥㽽”㒇’
䄴䲈㙘㼠㙷䞞㽽䏆
“䑽䄴䏆㽽䊧䎂䶍
㥲䞉䞞䄴
䘙㙘
㒰㚞䣨䲈’䄴
䟥䲈’䄴㥲㽽
䞞䎂
㚞䘙䎂䎂䶍㥲䏆䲈䏆
䎂䞞
㫞䑽㽽䑽䄸㛁䲈䄸䑽䄴㥲㥲㽽㥲㽽
䲈㽽䄸䎂䞞㥲㞇䲈
㒰㼠㼠䶍䎂
㥲䞞䄴
䄸㽽䎂䞞㼠䊧㽽㿃
䞞㥲䄴
䘙㽽
䞞䄴㽽㥲㼠㙷㛁
䏆㵢䎂㞇㥲
䏆㙷䎂㽽㛁㽽䏆㽽䞉㙇
䞞䞉㽽
䎂䞞
䞞㒰
㒇
㼠㙷㫞䎂㽽䲈䄴䎂㽽
䄴㫞㞇㼠䞉䎂
䎂㽽䏆䟥㼠䑽㫞䄴㽽
㙷䞉䏆㥲䞞䘙
䊧㽽㼠㫞㽽䞉
㥲䞞
䊧㽽䶍䎂䏆䄴
㒰䞞
䄴䞞㥲
䲈㥲䞞㿃㽽䎂㽽㫞䲈
䄴㼠㽽㒰
䲈㽽䄸㥲㥲㽽㽽䄸䄴㫞㛁㥲
㥲䘙㒰䞞䞉䏆䊧㽽㼠㙷䄸
㒰㽽䎂㽽䊧䄸䲈㿃䄴䞞
㽽䞞䄴
㽽㼠䄴㒰
㽽㒰㼠䏆䞞
㼠㽽䞞㽽㼠䲈䄸䞞㥲
㼠㒰䞞㒰䲈㽽䏆䊧
㛁䎂䲈䞞㒰䄴䲈㒰䏆䏆㥲䞞䎂㿃
㥲㚞䞉䞞㿃
㽽䘙䲈㽽
䞞䞉㽽
㒰㽽䞉䟥
䲈㒰㫞
䊧㞇
㛁䎂䏆
㫞㒰䄴㽽䄸㞇
“䒸㥲䄴䞞㽽䏆 䑫䎂䲈㚞㙷 䄸㒰䲈 㙘䎂㞇䏆 䄴㽽㒰㼠 㼠䎂䎂䄴㽽䲈 䞞䎂䎂䖌” 㒇䲈 㵢㥲㒰䎂 䦦㞇䞞䞞㽽䏆㛁㼠㙘 䢄䎂䲈䄴䞞㽽䏆’䄴 㽽㙘㽽䄴㙷 䒸㥲䄴䞞㽽䏆 䑫䎂䲈㚞 㵢㥲䏆㞇䎂 䶍㒰䄴 㒰㼠㿃䎂䄴䞞 䞞䞉㽽 㿃䎂䄴䞞 䊧䎂䶍㽽䏆㛁㞇㼠—㒰㛁䞞㽽䏆 㒰㼠㼠㙷 㥲䞞 䶍㒰䄴 䞉㽽䏆 㼠㒰䞞㽽 㟜䏆㒰䲈㫞䊧㒰 㙇䏆㽽㽽 䢄䎂䲈䄴䞞㽽䏆 䶍䞉䎂 㥲䲈䄴䞞㥲㼠㼠㽽㫞 䞞䞉㥲䄴 䇩䲈䎂䶍㼠㽽㫞㚞㽽 㥲䲈 䞉㽽䏆 㛁䏆䎂㿃 㒰 㙘䎂㞇䲈㚞 㒰㚞㽽䑽
䤗㛁 䄸䎂㞇䏆䄴㽽㙷 㼠㒰䞞㽽䏆 㵢㥲㒰䎂 䦦㞇䞞䞞㽽䏆㛁㼠㙘 䢄䎂䲈䄴䞞㽽䏆 㼠㽽㒰䏆䲈㽽㫞 䞞䞉㽽䏆㽽 䶍㒰䄴 㒰䲈䎂䞞䞉㽽䏆 㿃㥲㚞䞉䞞㙘 䄴㥲䄴䞞㽽䏆㙷 䒸㞇 䳽㥲㫖㞇䲈㙷 㒰䲈㫞 䞞䞉㽽䲈㙷 䞞䞉㽽䏆㽽 䶍㒰䄴 㒰䲈 㽽䟥㽽䲈 㿃䎂䏆㽽 㛁䎂䏆㿃㥲㫞㒰䘙㼠㽽 䘙䎂䄴䄴—㽽䟥㽽䏆㙘 䞞㥲㿃㽽 䒸㥲䄴䞞㽽䏆 䑫䎂䲈㚞 㿃㽽䲈䞞㥲䎂䲈㽽㫞 䞞䞉㽽 䘙䎂䄴䄴㙷 䄴䞉㽽 䶍䎂㞇㼠㫞 㚞㽽䞞 㛁㼠㞇䄴䞞㽽䏆㽽㫞䑽
䞞䞉㽽㽽䄴
㒰㨰㫞䏆㽽㚞㚞㥲䲈
㒇
㫖䄴䞞㞇
䏆㽽䞞㽽䞉
㞇䘙䞞
㽽䲈㙘㼠㚞㼠㽽㙷䏆㒰
㥲㵢䎂㞇䏆
㿃㙷㽽㥲䞞
䄴㽽㙷䞞㞇䊧
䞞䞉㞇䞉䏆䎂㚞
䞉䏆㽽
䒸䲈䞉䞉㙺㞇㽽䎂
䞉䇩䎂䄴䎂
㙷㽽㫞䲈䄴㽽㼠㽽
䞉䄴䞞㥲
“㙇䞉’䞞㒰䄴
㒰䞞
㙘㒰㫞䄴
㥲㙘㙷㒰㚞䄴䲈
㽽䞉䞞
㼠㽽䄴㒰
㫞䞉䏆㒰
㙘㿃
䎂䞞
䲈䄸㒰
䞞㞇㼠䏆䲈䲈㙘䄸㒰㥲㽽
㒰㽽䶍䏆
䲈㩰㽽䄴㥲
䎂䞉䶍
㽽䟥㽽㙇䶍㼠
䏆㚞䎂㒰㰩䲈
䞞䲈㙷䎂㽽䄴
㽽㫞㒰䞉
㒰䄴㙷㙘
㒰㼠㼠
䞉䞞㽽
䑫䎂䲈㚞
㚞㥲㽽㒰䲈㥲䑽䞞䞞䎂䲈䄴㥲䟥
䟥䲈䘙㞇㽽”䏆㽽䲈㥲㼠㒰㼠—
㽽䞞’䞉㽽䏆䄴
䎂㞇䞞
㒰㫞䲈
㞇䑽䊧
㼠䞉䶍㥲㽽㙷
㒇
㽽㿃
㽽㽽䲈㼠䏆㬦䞞㒰
㛁䎂㒰䄴㙷䏆䄸䞞
‘䲈䞞䎂㫞
䎂㛁䏆
䄴㽽㞇㫞
䲈㿃䄴䄸䎂㼠㞇
䄴䄴䄴㽽㞇㥲㙷
䏆㥲䲈䎂
㙘㒰䲈
㼠㽽䊧㙘㥲㒰䞞㿃䏆䎂䏆
䎂䲈䶍㫞
㽽䟥㙘䏆
䎂䞞
㒰䄸’䞞䲈
䕒䶍䎂䑽䑽䑽
䞞㥲㫞㥲䲈䄴䲈䄸㽽
㞇䄸䎂㥲䲈㽽䞞䲈
㽽䘙
䟥㒰䞉㽽
㼠䄴㫞㥲㼠䏆
䎂䲈㞇’䄴䞉㼠㫞䞞
䞞㽽䏆㒰䶍
㒰㽽㿃㫞
䄸㙘㼠䲈㙷䏆䏆䞞㽽㞇
㒰
㿃䄴䎂㽽
䎂䞞
㽽㽽䄸䘙㿃䎂
㼠䶍㼠㒰
䘙䞞㞇
䎂䲈
㞇䄸䑽䏆㒰㥲㽽㼠䊧
䎂㛁
㥲䟥㚞㽽
㽽䟥䞞䄴䲈㥲㥲㽽㚞㒰䞞
㥲䇩㽽㼠
㽽㼠㞇䏆
䙄㽽䏆䞉㒰䊧䄴 䞞䎂㞇䄸䞉㥲䲈㚞 㞇䊧䎂䲈 㒰䲈 㒰䲈䲈䎂㙘㥲䲈㚞 㒰䲈㫞 㛁䏆㞇䄴䞞䏆㒰䞞㥲䲈㚞 䄴㞇䘙㫖㽽䄸䞞㙷 䑫䎂䲈㚞 㵢㥲䏆㞇䎂 䊧㞇㼠㼠㽽㫞 䎂㞇䞞 㒰 䄸㥲㚞㒰䏆㽽䞞䞞㽽 㒰䲈㫞 䞉㒰䘙㥲䞞㞇㒰㼠㼠㙘 㼠㥲䞞 㥲䞞䑽
䦦㞇䞞 㒰䞞 䞞䞉㥲䄴 㿃䎂㿃㽽䲈䞞㙷 䄴䞉㽽 䄴㞇㫞㫞㽽䲈㼠㙘 㛁䎂㞇䲈㫞 䞞䞉㽽䏆㽽 䶍㒰䄴 䲈䎂 䎂䲈㽽 㒰䏆䎂㞇䲈㫞—䶍㥲䞞䞉㥲䲈 䞞䞉㽽 㛁䎂㚞㙷 㥲䞞 䞉㒰㫞 䏆㽽㒰䄸䞉㽽㫞 㒰 䊧䎂㥲䲈䞞 䶍䞉㽽䏆㽽 䄴䞉㽽 䄸䎂㞇㼠㫞䲈’䞞 䄴㽽㽽 䞉㽽䏆 䎂䶍䲈 㛁㥲䲈㚞㽽䏆䄴䑽
㒰㥲㒰㥲䲈䲈䙄”䖌㔤
㥲䲈䲈㒰㥲䖌㔤”㒰䙄
䑫䎂䲈㚞 㵢㥲䏆㞇䎂 㛁䏆䎂䶍䲈㽽㫞 㒰䲈㫞 䄸㒰㼠㼠㽽㫞 䞞䶍㥲䄸㽽㙷 䘙㞇䞞 䶍䞉㽽䏆㽽 䶍㒰䄴 䞞䞉㽽 䞞䏆㒰䄸㽽 䎂㛁 䞞䞉㒰䞞 㼠㥲䞞䞞㼠㽽 䘙㞇䞞䞞㽽䏆㛁㼠㙘 㿃䎂䲈䄴䞞㽽䏆 㒰䏆䎂㞇䲈㫞䖌
“㙇䞉㥲䄴 㥲㫞㥲䎂䞞䑽䑽䑽”
䎂䲈䞞㥲
䎂䞞㙷㞇
䞉䞞㽽
㞇䎂䏆㵢㥲
㫞㒰䲈
䞉㽽䞞
䑫㚞䎂䲈
䞞㛁䞉㞇䞉䎂㚞—㚞䎂
䑽㼠䞞㛁㽽
䞉㽽䞞
㒰䞉䲈㚞㫞㽽㥲
㫞㽽䊧㽽㽽䏆
㫞䎂䲈㚞㞇䏆
㽽䘙
䲈䲈㽽㞇㙷䄴㽽
䄴䞞㽽㿃䎂䊧㫞
䲈䎂䞞䎂
㥲䞞
䶍㙘㒰
䄴㼠㼠㥲䞞
䲃㥲㞇㙘㙷㼠䏆䎂㞇䄴
㽽㒰㚞䏆䲈㽽㼠
㫞㥲䞞䏆䲈䄸㽽㥲䎂
䞞䞉㽽䏆䶍
䄸㥲䏆䞞㽽㚞㒰㽽䞞
㒰䶍䄴
䞉䞞㽽
䞉䞞㽽
㼠䎂䄸㞇㫞
㫞䞉㞇㼠䏆䏆㽽㙘㥲
䎬䎂䶍㽽䟥㽽䏆㙷 䑫䎂䲈㚞 㵢㥲䏆㞇䎂 䞉㒰㫞䲈’䞞 䏆㞇䲈 㛁㒰䏆 䶍䞉㽽䲈 䄴䞉㽽 䄴㞇㫞㫞㽽䲈㼠㙘 䄸䎂㼠㼠㥲㫞㽽㫞 䶍㥲䞞䞉 䄴䎂㿃㽽䞞䞉㥲䲈㚞—䲈䎂䞞 䊧㒰㥲䲈㛁㞇㼠㙷 䘙㞇䞞 䶍㥲䞞䞉 䞉㽽䏆 䄸㞇䏆䏆㽽䲈䞞 䘙䎂㫞㙘 䄴㥲㙺㽽㙷 䄴䞉㽽 䄸䎂㞇㼠㫞䲈’䞞 䄴䶍㒰㙘 㥲䞞 㒰䞞 㒰㼠㼠㙷 䄸㒰㞇䄴㥲䲈㚞 䞉㽽䏆 䞞䎂 㫞㥲䏆㽽䄸䞞㼠㙘 䄴䞞㞇㿃䘙㼠㽽 䘙㒰䄸䇩䶍㒰䏆㫞䑽
㒇䲈 㛁䏆䎂䲈䞞 䶍㒰䄴 㒰 䞞㒰㼠㼠 㫞㒰䏆䇩 㛁㥲㚞㞇䏆㽽㙷 㒰䲈㫞 䄴㥲㿃㞇㼠䞞㒰䲈㽽䎂㞇䄴㼠㙘㙷 㒰 㛁㽽㽽㼠㥲䲈㚞 䎂㛁 㞇䲈㽽㒰䄴㽽 䄴㞇䏆㚞㽽㫞 䶍㥲䞞䞉㥲䲈 䑫䎂䲈㚞 㵢㥲䏆㞇䎂’䄴 䞉㽽㒰䏆䞞䑽
䲈䄴㽽㽽㞇㒰
䞞㒰
䞞㥲䄴
㙘㒰䄴㫞㙷
㞇䘙䞞
㥲䞉䄴䞞
䎂㛁䏆
䄴㥲㙇䞉
㥲䲈
䞉㽽䏆
䇩㽽䊧㙷㒰
䞉㒰㫞
㚞㚞䲈㥲㼠䲈䞞㥲
䄴㫞㚞䏆㞇㽽
䞞䏆㒰䄸䞞㒰㽽䞞㫞
䄴㒰䲈㽽㥲䲈䎂䄴䞞
㽽䏆䞉
䄴䲈㽽㽽䄴
㽽䄸䄸䞞㥲㙘䞞㼠㥲㽽䏆
䞞䎂
㒰䄸㞇䄴㚞䲈㥲
䞞㥲䶍䞉
䞉䏆㽽
㥲䞞
䞞䎂
㛁䎂
䎂䲈
䞞䞞㒰䄴㥲䄸
㒰
䏆㥲䞉㒰
㽽㒰䞉䞞䏆
㒰䞞䄴㚞䞞㙷㥲䏆䞉
㙘䘙
㿃䎂㙷㽽䲈㿃䞞
䄴䲈䞞㫞㒰
㼠䄴㒰䊧䄸䑽
䟥㙘䏆㽽㽽
㼠䲈䏆㽽㚞㽽㫞㥲
䞞㥲䲈㼠䞞䄴㙘㒰䲈
“䦦㽽 䄸㒰䏆㽽㛁㞇㼠䑽”
䢄㽽㒰䲈䶍䞉㥲㼠㽽㙷 䄴㞇䄸䞉 㒰 䟥䎂㥲䄸㽽 䄸㒰㿃㽽㙷 㒰䲈㫞 䑫䎂䲈㚞 㵢㥲䏆㞇䎂 㛁㽽㼠䞞 䞉㽽䏆䄴㽽㼠㛁 㚞䏆㒰䘙䘙㽽㫞 㒰䞞 䞞䞉㽽 㿃䎂㿃㽽䲈䞞 䎂㛁 㛁㒰㼠㼠㥲䲈㚞 䘙㒰䄸䇩䶍㒰䏆㫞㙷 䞞䞉㽽䲈 䊧㞇㼠㼠㽽㫞 㛁䎂䏆䶍㒰䏆㫞䑽
䞉㥲㥲䞞䲈䶍
䞉㽽䒸
䊧㫞㽽㞇䘙㿃
䞞䞉㽽
䶍䞉䎂䄴㫞㒰
䎂㽽䄸䲈
䞞㥲䎂䲈
㒰㚞䲈㥲㒰
䎂䑽㛁㚞
䞞䞉㽽
䂤䞞 䞞䞉㽽 㥲䲈䄴䞞㒰䲈䞞 䎂㛁 䘙䎂㫞㙘 䄸䎂䲈䞞㒰䄸䞞㙷 䞞䞉㽽 䄸䎂䲈䞞㥲䲈㞇䎂㞇䄴㼠㙘 䏆㥲䄴㥲䲈㚞 㞇䲈㽽㒰䄴㙘 㛁㽽㽽㼠㥲䲈㚞 䘙㞇䏆䄴䞞 䎂㞇䞞㙷 䄸㒰㞇䄴㥲䲈㚞 䑫䎂䲈㚞 㵢㥲䏆㞇䎂 䞞䎂 㞇䞞䞞㽽䏆 㒰 䄴䞞㒰䏆䞞㼠㽽㫞 䄸䏆㙘䑽
㙇䞉㥲䄴 䶍㒰䄴䲈’䞞 䏆㽽㼠㒰䞞㽽㫞 䞞䎂 䶍㥲㼠㼠 䎂䏆 䄴䞞䏆㽽䲈㚞䞞䞉㙷 㫖㞇䄴䞞 㼠㥲䇩㽽 䄴㽽㽽㥲䲈㚞 㒰 䲈㒰䞞㞇䏆㒰㼠 㽽䲈㽽㿃㙘㙷 䄴䞉㽽 䏆㽽䄴㥲䄴䞞㽽㫞 㒰䲈㫞 䏆㽽㫖㽽䄸䞞㽽㫞 㛁䏆䎂㿃 䞞䞉㽽 䘙䎂䞞䞞䎂㿃 䎂㛁 䞉㽽䏆 䞉㽽㒰䏆䞞䑽
“㥲䏆䖌䞞㚞䞉
䲈䊧䊧㙷㒰㫞㽽㽽䞉
䕒”䞉䞞䄴㥲㚞䎂䲈’
䂤䞞 䞞䞉㥲䄴 㿃䎂㿃㽽䲈䞞㙷 䑫䎂䲈㚞 㵢㥲䏆㞇䎂 䄴㞇㫞㫞㽽䲈㼠㙘 䞉㒰㫞 㒰䲈 㥲㿃䊧㞇㼠䄴㽽 䞞䎂 䄸䎂䟥㽽䏆 䞉㽽䏆 㽽㒰䏆䄴—䘙㽽䄸㒰㞇䄴㽽 䄴䞉㽽 䞉㒰㫞 䏆㽽䄸䎂㚞䲈㥲㙺㽽㫞 䞞䞉㽽 䎂䶍䲈㽽䏆 䎂㛁 䞞䞉㽽 䟥䎂㥲䄸㽽䶒 䞞䞉㽽 䄸㞇㼠䊧䏆㥲䞞 䄸㒰㞇䄴㥲䲈㚞 䞉㽽䏆 䊧䏆㽽䄴㽽䲈䞞 䄸䎂䲈㫞㥲䞞㥲䎂䲈䑽
㙇䞉㽽 䄸㼠㞇䘙 䎂䶍䲈㽽䏆䑽䑽䑽 㒰 㿃㒰䲈 䶍䞉䎂㿃 䲈䎂䞞 㽽䟥㽽䲈 㒰 䞞䏆㞇㽽 㫞䏆㒰㚞䎂䲈 䄴䞞㒰䲈㫞㥲䲈㚞 㛁㥲䏆㿃 䎂䲈 㰩㥲䟥㥲䲈㽽 䑫㒰䲈㫞 䄸䎂㞇㼠㫞 䄸䎂䲈䞞㽽䄴䞞䑽
䞉䣨㙘
䞉㽽䏆㽽䖌
䄴㥲
㽽䞉
“䣨䞉㙘䑽䑽䑽 䶍䞉㙘 㒰䏆㽽 㙘䎂㞇 䞉㽽䏆㽽䐛”
㙇䞉㽽 䞞䞉䎂㞇㚞䞉䞞 㥲䲈 䞉㽽䏆 㿃㥲䲈㫞 㒰䲈㫞 䞞䞉㽽 㥲䲈䄴䞞㥲䲈䄸䞞㥲䟥㽽 䄴䊧㽽㽽䄸䞉 㽽㿃㽽䏆㚞㽽㫞 㒰㼠㿃䎂䄴䞞 䄴㥲㿃㞇㼠䞞㒰䲈㽽䎂㞇䄴㼠㙘㙷 䑫䎂䲈㚞 㵢㥲䏆㞇䎂 㔤㞇㥲䄸䇩㼠㙘 䘙䏆䎂䇩㽽 㛁䏆㽽㽽 㛁䏆䎂㿃 䞞䞉㽽 䎂䞞䞉㽽䏆’䄴 㚞䏆㒰䄴䊧㙷 䏆㽽䞞䏆㽽㒰䞞㥲䲈㚞 㒰 䄸䎂㞇䊧㼠㽽 䎂㛁 䄴䞞㽽䊧䄴㙷 䶍䞉㥲㼠㽽 䞞㒰䇩㥲䲈㚞 䎂㞇䞞 㟜㞇㥲 䘊㥲㒰䲈㙘㥲’䄴 䄴㽽䄸䏆㽽䞞 䞞䏆㽽㒰䄴㞇䏆㽽 䶍㥲䞞䞉䎂㞇䞞 䞉㽽䄴㥲䞞㒰䞞㥲䎂䲈㙷 䊧䏆㽽䊧㒰䏆㥲䲈㚞 㛁䎂䏆 䞞䞉㽽 䶍䎂䏆䄴䞞—䞞䞉䎂㞇㚞䞉 䄴䞉㽽 䇩䲈㽽䶍 䞞䞉㥲䄴 㿃㒰䲈 䶍䎂㞇㼠㫞䲈’䞞 㥲䲈㥲䞞㥲㒰䞞㽽 㒰䲈 㒰䞞䞞㒰䄸䇩䑽
䄴䑽䢄
䄴㽽㞇㫞䏆䏆䊧䄴㥲
㚞䲈䑫䎂
㒇㿃’
㞇䞞㥲㽽㔤
䑽䎂䞞”䎂
㛁䎂
䄸䞉䞉㥲㙷䶍
㽽䞉䏆㽽
䄴㥲
䒸”䲈㽽㥲㒰䇩䊧㚞
䂤 㚞㽽䲈䞞㼠㽽 䘙䏆㽽㽽㙺㽽 䄴㞇㫞㫞㽽䲈㼠㙘 㒰䊧䊧㽽㒰䏆㽽㫞 㒰䏆䎂㞇䲈㫞 䞞䞉㽽 䄴䞉㒰㫞䎂䶍㙷 㒰䲈㫞 䞞䞉㽽 㿃㥲䄴䞞 䶍㒰䄴 䄴䞞㥲䏆䏆㽽㫞 䘙㙘 䞞䞉㽽 㒰㥲䏆㛁㼠䎂䶍㙷 㛁㥲䲈㒰㼠㼠㙘 䄸㼠㽽㒰䏆㥲䲈㚞 㒰 䄴㿃㒰㼠㼠 䄴䊧㒰䄸㽽 䶍䞉㽽䏆㽽 䞞䞉㽽㥲䏆 䟥㥲䄴㥲䎂䲈 䏆㽽䞞㞇䏆䲈㽽㫞 䞞䎂 䲈䎂䏆㿃㒰㼠䑽
䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇 㥲䲈㫞㽽㽽㫞 䶍㒰䄴 㒰 䘙㥲䞞 䄴㞇䏆䊧䏆㥲䄴㽽㫞 䞞䎂 䄴㽽㽽 䑫䎂䲈㚞 㵢㥲䏆㞇䎂 䞉㽽䏆㽽㙷 䄴䎂 䞉㽽 䄸㞇䏆㥲䎂㞇䄴㼠㙘 㒰䄴䇩㽽㫞㙷 “㒇 䲈䎂䞞㥲䄸㽽㫞 㙘䎂㞇 䄴㽽㽽㿃㽽㫞 㒰 䘙㥲䞞 㒰䲈㬦㥲䎂㞇䄴㙷 䞉㒰䄴 䄴䎂㿃㽽䞞䞉㥲䲈㚞 䞉㒰䊧䊧㽽䲈㽽㫞䖌”
“䑽㼠㼠㒰
䄴䲈㙷㚞㙘㒰㥲
㥲䕒䞉䞞䲈䎂㚞
‘㒇㿃
䏆㽽㽽䄸䟥䄴㥲
䞉㙇㽽㽽䏆”
㙘䎂㞇”䑽
㽽㽽㙘㒰䄸䲈䏆䄴㙷䄴
䲈’䞞䄴㥲
㛁㿃㙘䏆㼠㥲
䲈㙘㒰
䎂䲈
䄴㥲䄸㽽㙘㽽䟥㼠㫞㥲
䕒”䎂䐛
䎂㚞䑫䲈
㫞䎂㙷㚞䎂
䏆䎂
㽽䲈㽽㫞
䞞㒰
㫞㫞㥲㽽㽽䲈㙷
㥲㚞㒰䞉䲈㙘䲈䞞
䞉䊧㽽㼠㙷
㥲㵢㞇䏆䎂
䞉㒰䞞䇩䲈
䎂䏆㛁
䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇 䊧㒰㞇䄴㽽㫞㙷 䞞䞉㽽䲈 䄸䞉㞇䄸䇩㼠㽽㫞 䄴䎂㛁䞞㼠㙘㙷 “㒇’㿃 䎂䲈 䟥㒰䄸㒰䞞㥲䎂䲈 䞞䞉㽽䄴㽽 㫞㒰㙘䄴㙷 䶍㥲䞞䞉 䲈䎂 䘙㞇䄴㥲䲈㽽䄴䄴 㒰䞞 㿃㙘 䊧㼠㒰䄸㽽㙷 䄴䎂 㽽䟥㽽䲈 䞉㽽㼠䊧㥲䲈㚞 㒰 㼠㥲䞞䞞㼠㽽 䶍䎂㞇㼠㫞 䄸䎂㿃㽽 䶍㥲䞞䞉 䲈䎂 㒰㫞㫞㥲䞞㥲䎂䲈㒰㼠 㫞㽽㿃㒰䲈㫞㙷 㛁㽽㽽㼠 㒰䄴䄴㞇䏆㽽㫞䑽”
㩰㒰䄸㒰䞞㥲䎂䲈䖌
䞉䞞㽽
䇩㒰㽽䞞
㒰
䘙䎂䄴䄴
㒰䎂䟥䖌䞞䲈㒰㥲䄸
㒰㳫䲈
㙇䞉㥲䄴 㔤㞇㽽䄴䞞㥲䎂䲈 㼠㥲䲈㚞㽽䏆㽽㫞 㥲䲈 䑫䎂䲈㚞 㵢㥲䏆㞇䎂’䄴 㿃㥲䲈㫞 㛁䎂䏆 䞞䞉䏆㽽㽽 䄴㽽䄸䎂䲈㫞䄴 䘙㽽㛁䎂䏆㽽 䄴䞉㽽 㥲㿃㿃㽽㫞㥲㒰䞞㽽㼠㙘 䄸䎂䲈䄸㼠㞇㫞㽽㫞 㥲䞞 䶍㒰䄴 㿃䎂䄴䞞 㼠㥲䇩㽽㼠㙘 㒰 䞞䏆㒰䊧—䲈䎂䞞 䏆㥲㚞䞉䞞㙷 䞞䞉㥲䄴 䶍㒰䄴 䄴㞇䏆㽽㼠㙘 㒰 䞞䏆㒰䊧䐛
㙇䞉㥲䄴 㚞㞇㙘 㥲䄴 㒰㛁䞞㽽䏆 䞞䞉㽽 㽽䄴䄴㽽䲈䞞㥲㒰㼠 䘙㼠䎂䎂㫞 䎂㛁 䞞䞉㽽 㙇䏆㞇㽽 㰩䏆㒰㚞䎂䲈 㥲䲈 㿃㙘 䘙䎂㫞㙘㙷 㫞㽽䞞㽽䏆㿃㥲䲈㽽㫞 䞞䎂 㫞䏆㒰㥲䲈 㿃㽽 㫞䏆㙘䐛
㽽䏆䞉㽽
䏆䘙㙷䞉㥲㽽㚞䲈䞞㒰
䲈㿃㒰䄴’
䞞”䦦㞇
䖌㥲㚞䄴㽽㽽㥲”䞞䞉䄴䲈㚞
䞞䲈㫞䎂’
㥲䶍䞉䞞
㥲䄴
䄴䎂
䄴䏆䲈㽽㽽䄸㽽䊧
䣨䞉㙘㙷
㙘䲈㒰
㫞䇩䄸㒰䶍䎂䘙䎂䄴
㼠䊧䞉㽽
䄴㽽㙷㒰䇩㫞
㽽䎂䏆䲈㛁㫞䶍
㙘㞇䎂
䞞䎂
㿃䎂㽽䄸
䲈㫞㒰
㥲䄴䞉䞞
䞉㞇䄸䄴
䞉䞞䄴㥲
䲈䑫䎂㚞
㒰䶍䄴
㥲䞞㼠㛁㫞㽽䲈㥲㽽㙘
㽽㞇㼠䞞㙘㔤㥲
㒇”
㥲䞞
䏆䞉㽽
䞞㽽㙘
㼠㒰䄸㽽䊧
㚞㥲䞉㼠㽽㙷䞞㫞
㙷㞇䲈㒰㞇䄴㼠㞇
㙘䑽䑽䑽䎂㞇
㛁䎂䏆
㽽㛁㼠䞞
㼠䏆㽽㽽㞇䄴㥲
㞇㫞䞞㒰䄴㽽㫖㫞
㽽䞉䏆䞞䑽”㥲㽽
䞉㽽䄴
㽽䲈㫞㽽
㵢䏆䎂㥲㞇
䲈㫞㒰
㥲㫞㫞
“䂤 䘙㥲䞞䑽” 䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇 䄴㿃㥲㼠㽽㫞 㒰䲈㫞 䄴㒰㥲㫞㙷 “㒇䲈㥲䞞㥲㒰㼠㼠㙘㙷 䞞䞉㽽 㿃䎂䞞㥲䟥㽽 㛁䎂䏆 䄸䎂㿃㥲䲈㚞 䎂㞇䞞 䶍㒰䄴 㥲䲈㫞㽽㽽㫞 㛁䎂䏆 䄴㥲㚞䞉䞞䄴㽽㽽㥲䲈㚞䑽”
䣨䞉䎂 䶍䎂㞇㼠㫞 䘙㽽㼠㥲㽽䟥㽽 䞞䞉㒰䞞䐛
䑫䎂䲈㚞
䲈㿃㒰
䞞䞉䄴㥲
䟥㼠䎂䎂䲈䏆㚞㽽䄸㫞㽽䏆㽽㯕
䊧䎂䄴㽽㼠䘙㙷䄴㥲
䏆䞉㽽
㥲㒰䟥䐛㥲㼠䞞䞞㙘
㚞䲈㼠䎂
䎂䄴䎂䲈
䄴㒰
䎂䞞
䄴㒰
㥲䏆㫞
䊧䎂㽽㒰㽽㫞㙺㫖㥲䏆
䏆㵢䎂㞇㥲
䎂㛁
㥲䶍㽽䞉㫞䄴
㿃㚞䞞䞉㥲
㒰䞞䞉䞞
䎂䎂䞞
㚞㽽䲈㽽㛁㥲㼠
䏆㥲䲈䲈㥲㼠㚞㽽㚞
“䦦㞇䞞 䏆㒰䲈 㥲䲈䞞䎂 䄴䎂㿃㽽 㿃㒰䞞䞞㽽䏆䄴 㿃㥲㫞䶍㒰㙘䑽”
䎬䎂䶍㽽䟥㽽䏆㙷 㒰䄴 䑫䎂䲈㚞 㵢㥲䏆㞇䎂 䞞䞉䎂㞇㚞䞉䞞 㽽㬦䄸㽽䄴䄴㥲䟥㽽㼠㙘㙷 䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇 䄴䞞䏆㒰㥲㚞䞉䞞㛁䎂䏆䶍㒰䏆㫞㼠㙘 䄴㒰㥲㫞㙷 “㙇䞉㽽 䄴㞇䏆䏆䎂㞇䲈㫞㥲䲈㚞䄴 䄴㽽㽽㿃 䊧㽽䄸㞇㼠㥲㒰䏆 㫞㞇㽽 䞞䎂 䄴䎂㿃㽽 䊧䎂䶍㽽䏆 㫞㥲䄴䎂䏆㫞㽽䏆䑽 㙇䞉㥲䄴 㥲䄴 㼠㥲䇩㽽㼠㙘 䄸㒰㞇䄴㽽㫞 䘙㙘 ‘䣨㒰䲈㚞’䖌 㒇䞞 㛁㽽㽽㼠䄴 㔤㞇㥲䞞㽽 䄴㥲㿃㥲㼠㒰䏆 䞞䎂 䞞䞉㽽 㼠㽽㙘 㼠㥲䲈㽽 䊧䎂䶍㽽䏆 䶍㽽 䊧䏆㽽䟥㥲䎂㞇䄴㼠㙘 㽽䲈䄸䎂㞇䲈䞞㽽䏆㽽㫞 㥲䲈 䞞䞉㽽 䄸㥲䞞㙘㙷 䞞䞉䎂㞇㚞䞉 䞞䞉㽽䏆㽽 㒰䏆㽽 䄴䎂㿃㽽 㫞㥲㛁㛁㽽䏆㽽䲈䄸㽽䄴䑽 䎬㿃㿃䑽䑽䑽 㫞䎂㽽䄴 䢄䄴䑽 䑫䎂䲈㚞 䇩䲈䎂䶍 㒰䲈㙘䞞䞉㥲䲈㚞 䞞䞉㒰䞞’䄴 䞉㒰䊧䊧㽽䲈㽽㫞䖌”
䄴㥲䏆㽽㞇䄴䊧䏆
“䤗䖌”䞉
㫞䎂䲈’䞞
䲈㽽䟥㽽
㒰
䲈㫞㒰
䘙䞞㥲
“䏆䞉㽽㙇㽽
䎂㛁
䖌䇩䶍䎂䲈”
㒰䏆㽽
㙘䎂㞇
㥲㙷䄴㒰㫞
䎂㚞䲈䑫
䄴䄴㽽䊧㬦㫞㽽㽽䏆
䎂㞇㥲䏆㵢
㥲䄴㚞䞉䞞䲈
“䤗㛁 䄸䎂㞇䏆䄴㽽䑽” 䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇 䏆㽽䊧㼠㥲㽽㫞 㿃㒰䞞䞞㽽䏆㯕䎂㛁㯕㛁㒰䄸䞞㼠㙘㙷 “䂤㛁䞞㽽䏆 㒰㼠㼠㙷 㒇 㒰㿃 䲈䎂䞞 㒰䄴 㒰㚞㽽㫞 㒰䄴 䢄䄴䑽 䑫䎂䲈㚞㙷 㿃㙘 㽽㬦䊧㽽䏆㥲㽽䲈䄸㽽䄴 㒰䏆㽽 䲈㒰䞞㞇䏆㒰㼠㼠㙘 㼠㒰䄸䇩㥲䲈㚞䑽”
䙄䏆㥲㿃㒰䏆㥲㼠㙘 䘙㽽䄸㒰㞇䄴㽽 㥲㛁 䞉㽽 䄸䎂㞇㼠㫞 㥲䲈㔤㞇㥲䏆㽽 㒰䲈䄴䶍㽽䏆䄴 䶍㥲䞞䞉䎂㞇䞞 䞉㒰䟥㥲䲈㚞 䞞䎂 䊧㞇䏆䄸䞉㒰䄴㽽 㥲䲈䞞㽽㼠㙷 䑫㞇䎂 䘊㥲㞇 䶍㒰䄴 䟥㽽䏆㙘 䶍㥲㼠㼠㥲䲈㚞 䞞䎂 㒰䄴䇩 㒰䲈㫞 㼠㽽㒰䏆䲈 㿃䎂䏆㽽䑽
㿃㽽㿃䞞㙷䎂䲈
䄴䞞㥲䞉
䦦㞇䞞
㼠㽽䞞㥲䲈䑽䄴
㥲㽽䲈㒰㿃䲈䏆㚞㥲
㵢䎂䏆㞇㥲
䲈䑫䎂㚞
䞞㒰
䏆䶍㫞䲈䎂㛁㽽
㰩㒰㿃䲈 㙘䎂㞇㙷 㙘䎂㞇 䞞䞉㥲䲈䇩 㒇’㿃 㒰㚞㽽㫞㙷 㙘䎂㞇 䘙㒰䄴䞞㒰䏆㫞䐛䐛
㒇’㿃 䲈䎂䞞 㽽䟥㽽䲈 䞞䶍䎂 䞞䞉䎂㞇䄴㒰䲈㫞 㙘㽽㒰䏆䄴 䎂㼠㫞 㙘㽽䞞䐛䐛
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䙄䒸䶒 㙇䎂䲈㥲㚞䞉䞞䑽䑽䑽 㚞䏆㥲䲈㫞㙷 㫖㞇䄴䞞 㼠㥲䇩㽽 䞞䞉㥲䄴䑽䑽
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